Here I am. I'm in a gaseous haze. Ten lanes and tall boys. Going both ways. El dorado riding on the fringe. Aztec princess take revenge. This ain't my style, this ain't my home.
Sometimes I get lucky most times I come up short. Got to pull up the lines got to move around the bend. They say its a dying breed and they say its going to disappear.
The rain held back again. Haven't felt a drop since you went away. Outside of town, the hills are brown. I guess way out there you'd call 'em golden. Lines outside the welfare store.
It's a hazy winter's day. And I'm staring out on the southland. In the twilight distance on the bay. My mind sees you running through the marshland. All these years I've been waiting for you.